MANY years ago, my father told me a story about my grandmother. She was a full blood Apache woman, who had a bit of an attitude.
Story goes, that a door to door salesman interrupted her favorite gameshow. She politely excused herself from the door, went to the kitchen, snagged a tool, and chased the guy down the street brandishing her meat cleaver over her 4' nothing frame.
Why do I bring this up?
Well, it's been time to replace the "longboat" of the HMS Privateer. I WAS going to pick up a sidecar equipped Goldwing from a brother out of state, but I found something else instead.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I'd like to introduce you to Eva, my new scoot:
'91 Sportster 1200, with a bit less than 15K on the odometer...
She's going to be getting some cosmetic work done on her: a face-lift, so to speak. Pics will come when she's all finished.
Why "Eva"? Because she's small (Sporties are the smallest of the HD line), but has guts WAY beyond her size. Seems fitting she should be named after my slightly psychotic grandma...